A car screeched to a halt in front of one of the L.A. downtown districts where Club B was located.
Around the area, ladies dressed in revealing outfits lingered in groups, some laughing loudly, others leaning into men as they spoke. Guys in casual wear stood around smoking, flicking ashes lazily to the ground, and there was a constant exchange of touches, whispers, and heated kisses happening openly without restraint.
As Dylan stepped out of the car, the first thing he noticed was how undiscriminating the place was. Just as he saw a man and a woman locked in a heated kiss, he also saw two men pressed against each other, equally lost in the moment, hands roaming without hesitation.
He paused for a second, taking it in, before turning to Sebastian and nodding absentmindedly as though silently acknowledging, yeah… this is it.
